Divorced from consequences,
we tried to learn
to be our own.
Eschewing vital issues,
so overwhelming,
all these emotions cut the lead
and we’re alone.
Never settled for mediocrity,
that happy medium
called “suicide”.
A grand conflagration
lights the night,
so we can find our way
on the outside,
burning our old selves
to stay alive.
We lost that bet.
We laid it down
with each piece of hope
and deft persuasion.
It’s a joke.
Who’s laughing now?
Asked the question
without hesitation,
the answer came;
“Are you really better off this way?”
Abdicating ever mortal virtue,
trying to stick around.
Overstaying our welcome,
missing that appointed time.
We were all supposed to die
and be somewhere else by now;
bodies entombed beneath the earth.
Abandoned of all purpose, now
they start to wane
and wonder
how insane it is
that we still try to blunder
through all of this.
We never looked around
to see our neighbor’s eyes.
To read the pain between
all of our little lies.
Separated by generations,
but we all just deny
the consequence
of being alive
in this always fading light.
That’s it folks,
the party’s over.
Pack your shit
and go home
and smile at your neighbors,
’cause we don’t want to die alone.
We’re all we have.
We all are one
and then we’re gone.
HG – 2017
